Let’s start with Chiquita – that’s our foundling’s name: she has settled in here and made herself at home very well, and sometimes is (quite) attentive …
… and sometimes just plain lazy.
The vet’s examination turned out positive: she’s healthy and doesn’t have worms. Of course, as we didn’t know anything about her history, she got all the necessary vaccinations, and a bath, too. That was necessary, as she must obviously have had to live rough for a while. And now she has a most wonderful smell with her still. According to Dr. Patton she is between 8 and 10 years old, and she is mainly Poodle, with some Schnauzer thrown in and, as Dr. Patton said, “whatever else.” And she has very likely been spayed. Dr. Patton believes he can feel the scars from that (kind of) surgery. Not that we would have expected problems in that area as we don’t have a male dog around, but we feel more comfortable now as you never know who might happen to pay a visit hereabouts in the countryside. Talking of “made herself at home”: after two “accidents” in the first two days, for which it was more us than her who were to blame, she has proved herself house-trained. We take her out – on the leash still as we don’t dare yet to let her be outside without close supervision since we fear she might still run off onto the highway – and then she does her business promptly. When she is in need to go out she makes herself felt, not by barking, though, but by some agitated movements. She gets along very well with Sally, but then Sally is patience personified. There has been some barking towards Sister Fidelma and Mr. Pickwick, and Mr. Pickwick was somewhat reluctant to cross Chiquita’s path for a day afterwards, but that seems to have subsided in the meantime. She gets her food outside only, but she is quite picky about it: after we have been giving her a mix of timed and dry food for a few days, with her always gobbling down the tinned food first, she now keeps waiting when she gets dry food if we might add something tastier, i.e. tinned food, too. And only after quite a while she reluctantly agrees to eat the dry food. Quite an intelligent lady, isn’t she? ;) Talking of being fed outside: in the house she can beg quite well! But we don’t give in to that, so that she’ll hopefully give up that habit some time (soon). And we’ll have to make sure there’s no cat food around on the floor. That’s a delight for her and she rushes to gobble that up, as does Sally, btw, if we don’t watch out. She follows me outside and there follows me around or sniffs around on her own, but I always keep an eye on her and have the leash with me to catch her lest she might run off onto the highway.
Sally is, as said above, very patient. Here’s a picture of her with Sister Fidelma:
These two do get along with each other very well indeed and, as shown here, even share Sally’s pillow. It is only when Sister Fidelma misses her mummy too much – which still happens off and on – and starts looking for and nuzzling at Sally’s tits that Sally can get a tad gruff. But mostly she simply gets up and settles down in a different spot where she can lie down undisturbed. And if Sister Fidelma, or Mr. Pickwick, or – lately – Chiquita for that matter make themselves comfortable smack dab in the middle of Sally’s pillow, she comes sidling up to me, looking at me with her big faithful eyes and seems to ask, “And where am I supposed to lie down now?” Btw, Sally has successfully – we hope – had her surgery again to take care of one of those old wounds inflicted by the javelinas, which had opened up again and started to ooze. Last Friday the staples were removed and now she doesn’t look any more like a living advertisement for Black & Decker staplers. ;) This morning we found a spot, though, that looks as if it’s open still, but we’ll wait and see. If it looks oozing still tomorrow, we’ll take her to Dr. Patton again for him to have a closer look.
Sister Fidelma and Mr. Pickwick have grown a lot, but they are still young, of course, and accordingly very playful. Thus the cardboard boxes from our Christmas presents were wonderful play toys for them:
What might be in here?
I’m quite happy in the cardboard box on my own, too:
And to bring this posting to a close, here’s a picture of Bixby as I got him in the garden, in the corral to be exact, this afternoon:
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- Foundling (pitstexasexpatblog.wordpress.com)